== Strategic Operations Deck, Office of the Advisor=
Vlimar was in his Strategic Operation office, getting
casuality reports. He was scanning through them, seeing not
too many, in terms of a war. "One Starfleet death is always
tragic. We are living a tragedy that only Shakespeare could
write about...", he said to his attaché. The Attaché
looked at Vlimar with puzzled eyes, as he had no idea what
that was coming from, as Vlimar was silent for the last 20
minutes.
Scanning through the reports, something came to mind. There
was no Chimera reports. Vlimar, knowing that Shane's spouse
was in that ship, couldn't bare not knowing what was going
on there.
Vlimar looked at his attaché. "Get me the Chimera's
Sickbay.".
It was Lucy Fleming who took the call. She had literally
only just sat down to begin the shift, having agreed to fill
in for the nurse rotared to work but had not taken care of
where her shoulder bag was resting and as it crashed down to
the floor.
She had responded " Sickbay" automatically but had bent to
the side
so that, for a moment or two, there was noone apparant to be
seen.
Vlimar looked at the screen for a moment. For a second, he
though someone was playing a bad joke on him. He stood
there, impartial, close to unhappy. "Chimera, respond", he
replied coldly.
Frowning, Lucy pulled the bag free from its tangle with the
leg of the stool and looking rather flustered, straightened
up to continue the conversation.
" I'm sorry....." she paused, taking in the rank and thing
{oh great!} as she did so. "...Lieutenant Colonel. How may I
help you?"
Vlimar saw Lucy's face appearing much like a relief. He was
*not* in the mood to freak out about a prank. Also, Lucy's
"adventure" made him grin.
"Lieutenant, I have yet to receive a report from your
sickbay, since 240901.27.", he said. The sentence came out
softly that he initially planned it would, thank for Lucy's
presence.
This was news indeed and Lucy paused, trying to think of the
reason.
" Ummmm...I'm sorry Sir." she replied, feeling vaguely
foolish to have been caught in such a situation and then not
being able to provide a plausible reason.
" Is there anything in particular you wished to see?" she
asked, trying to sound as efficient as possible given the
circumstances..
Vlimar paused. He looked at Lucy, knowing that she had no
idea what he was looking for.
"Let's start with casualities.", he said. "Then, you can
tell me anything else you want...", he replied, softly.
Vlimar saw, from the background, that there was not much
commotion. It was a good sign, at least, for Vlimar.
Lucy settled herself on her stool. Later she would wonder at
herself for feeling so self concious and so aware of the
gentle tone of Vlimars voice.
"We have three casualties currently in sickbay." she said
meeting the blue eyes looking at her. " The Chief of
Security was released for minimal duty earlier today. The
others have minor wounds from accidents sustained whilst on
duty...Sir." she added for good measure.
Vlimar smiled at the civility. He was impressed with such a
swift report. "Who are you, anyway?", Vlimar let go.
Vlimar's eyes opened widely as it was not as professional as
his usual conversations. He knew he could have get that
information from any crew roster. But he asked, and he had
to stay by his question.
" I'm.... Lieutenant Fleming Sir..Lucy Fleming...I'm the
head nurse." she added hurriedly,mentally kicking herself
for stating her first name, for why would he want or need to
know it.
" If you wish to talk to Commander Summers, then I can
either transfer your call or get her to contact you Sir."
Vlimar smiled. "Lucy... Thank you.", he replied. "I do not
need to contact personally Commander Summers.", he added.
Vlimar's eyes rolled. He realized that newly acquired
celibacy was causing him to have "brain farts". Lucy was
pretty, especially for Vlimar's taste. Which made mad about
himself. After all, he's a freaking 45 years old man,
flirting with a 20 some.
It was painful for him as he realized that, still having
Lucy's image in front of him.
"Well, Lucy... Lieutenant, please insure that I receive
daily reports of your status... I mean, your Sickbay's
status...", he said, softly, trying not to make the mistake
he still made. {End this, already!}
Lucy caught back the smile that came too quickly, for it
wouldnt do to laugh at a Lieutenant Colonels muddled speech.
She couldnt though, hide all the amusement but nodded and
replied demurely:
" Ofcourse Colonel. I'm sorry about the lack of
report...I'll look into the cause immediately and ensure it
wont happen again."
{Stop apologising!} she told herself .
Vlimar took a deep breath. He nodded as Lucy finished her
sentence.
"Then, you owe me one...", he said.
Vlimar head hung back in dispair. "Alright, thank you Lu...
Lieutenant.", he said, obviously wanting to end the
conversation.
" My pleasure Colonel" she said wondering now if he was
feeling alright.
" Is there anything else?" she asked when the conversation
was not terminated. She had expected it to end but he still
sat there staring at her.
Vlimar got awaken by her question. "Oh, no no...", he
replied. {Silly man, stop this... now!} "Thank you. Unity
out..."
Vlimar stood there, in front of the screen, feeling ashamed.
He hoped that no one will be aware of this conversation ever
happend. He also hoped, foolishly, that Lucy didn't realize
his... lack of professionalism. Vlimar stood, turned and
looked through the viewport.
{This is just great, made a fool of yourself in front of
Lucy. Get it togueter, V.}
The screen changed to the usual logo and Lucy asked herself
what had just happened, then, with a smile at her own
thoughts, she bent again to retrieve one or two items from
her bag that still lay on the floor but when she
straightened up again, she was blushing a little and it
wasnt solely from the exercise.
*** End Log ***
Lieutenant Colonel Vlimar PontBrillant
Deputy Commander
1st TaskForce SSF Command,
Executive Officer SB234: Unity
&
Lt Lucy Fleming
Head Nurse
USS Chimera-C